Being His(Updates Every Friday)

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"Daddy." 

Alhaji stopped reading the document Elijah had sent him at four am that morning, set aside his glasses and let his youngest child kiss him on the forehead. 

"Sleep well?" She nodded, still rubbing her bleary eyes. He smiled, she was just like him, nearly as tall as he was at her age, just as smart and enough to keep the adults around her on their toes. 

"Prayed Subh?" She nodded again. He got up then, and placed the tablet he was reading from on a coffee table to give his undivided attention to his daughter, Maymunatu. 

"What happened?" She stopped smiling almost immediately, knowing the meaning of 'what'. She clasped her hands together, trying to find comfort for herself. 

"Sayyad and his Dad started barging into my bathroom late last year, it started with one simple mistake on my part but now that I think of it, it wasn't a mistake because the door latch suddenly went bad. I thought it was Miss Yasmin, she's the maid, until I saw it was Sayyad who stood there watching me put lotion on my body. Subhanallah." Alhaji got obviously angrier as his daughter told the story. He wished he'd picked her up himself, maybe he would really be in jail for murder. 

"I told mom and she slapped me, saying I peddle too many stories. I felt like it was my fault so I moved a chair to my bathroom and put it under the knob until I was praying the other day in my room and Sayyad was watching me in a leery manner. It wasn't just what I wanted to allow keep going, so I called Ya Na'im." Alhaji felt some of his anger evaporate at the fact that Na'im had beat up the  Sayyad boy until he dislocated his arm and had a black eye in both eyes. 

"I'm sorry. I wish you didn't have to go through that harassment." He said with some resignation left in him. He would have to speak to his ex-wife and that in itself was nothing to look forward to. 

"Daddy, it's not your fault. I'm just embarrassed that mummy didn't stand up for me, instead, she blamed me saying I wore too short clothes around the house. Daddy, all I wear in a house where I'm supposed to be comfortable are baggy sweat sets and long hijabs. I want to finish school and come work for you for a while." Her father beckoned her closer, she got up and sat beside him, allowing herself to be hugged by the warmest arms ever. 

"Everything is going to be fine. I promise. We will sort this out, In Sha Allah and you'll be in a safe place where you can concentrate on being the best that you can be." Maymunatu smiled in her father's arms, letting her forehead rub on white shirt shoulders. 

"Which is why!-" She started with some flair for dramatics, jumping a bit and landing back on the sofa softly, "I'll be spending my internship here in Abuja. I'll be coming home to you! The safest place I can be." Alhaji who had let her go when she wanted to jump, folded his arms and narrowed his eyes. He knew his daughter had made that decision but the trouble that would come after it?

"Did your mom accept this decision?" He asked her, getting up to ring for a cup of tea but settled for a text message, ringing for one would wake the staff that slept late. 

"She lost that chance ehen she took her husband's side over mine. What!" She asked her father when he made a you're-being-disrespectful face to her. 

"Fine, I'll call her and tell her later." Her father nodded in satisfaction. He opened the document again and fixed his glasses back unto his face. He picked dup his pen and made a few corrections on the paper for Elijah to see to once he arrived.